My Creative Billionaire 3 by Ali Parker

Author:Ali Parker [Parker, Ali]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-06-10T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Matt

Erica not texting me the night before was a little odd, but I blew it off. I wasn't going to let anything small or silly come between us. She meant too damn much to me.

I got up to the sound of Damon moving around the kitchen. He'd decided after dinner to stay the night. He was wiped out, and the bastard laid down for a nap and never got up again.

"Finally," he grumbled as he gave me a look.

I moved toward the coffee pot, ignoring him for a few minutes until I got the coffee going. "So, what time did you get up?"

"Fucking four o'clock. Why didn't you wake me up last night?" He lifted his arms to the ceiling and stretched.

"Because you were exhausted, man." I grabbed two cups, but he stopped me.

"None for me. I've already had a pot to myself."

I chuckled. "What are your plans today?"

"I need to get ready for that meeting tomorrow morning, but I can do it later tonight. Why? You wanna go do something."

It was nice to have him there. The older we got, the more I appreciated the relationship we had between us.

"Yeah. I want to go look at places. You think any real estate agents work on the weekend?" I poured myself a cup of coffee and forced my thoughts away from Erica. I always seemed to return to that same place, wondering how she was, what she was doing, fuck, what she was wearing.

"All of them do, dill weed." He walked around the counter and sat down at the breakfast table. "My favorite place for Sunday brunch is a few miles from here. Let's go stuff ourselves with French toast and bacon and then go look for a house."

"You don't think I'm rushing into this, right?" I walked to the table and sat down across from him.

"You're asking the wrong guy, Matt. You know when I find something I want, I take it. I'm not real good with this bullshit concept called patience. It's a time waster in my opinion."

I nodded. "I hear that. Alright, then, let's grab some food and go find a beautiful place for me to surprise Erica with."

"I like it." He stood up and walked toward the living room. "I'm starting to like Zek here. What kind of dog is he?"

"He's my kind of dog. You can't have him." I walked down the hallway, ignoring his jabs. My heart hurt as I thought about Erica missing out on having a close family like I did. I'd just continue to pull her deeper and deeper into mine. With her mother and brother being the only living relatives she had, and both of them treating her like trash, she needed a new family.

And she could have mine. It warmed me to think about opening myself up and giving her anything she could wish for. Why in the world had I been so scared of love, of her, for the last few years? It seemed like such a stupid waste of time now that she was mine.

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